song for the worker

To earn a living as a one man company can be a delight.
For many ‘independants’ it has become an enormous fight.
It started years ago, if you were not a big farmer, you had to go.
Agroindustry has poisoned a lot of the cattle, it’s time to start the battle.
Let’s do away with injecting hormons,antibiotics, giving dead meat to cow
The sensible and honnest farmers know better how.
It isn’t a question of beiing able to pay more for more quality.
But a question of honnesty, not believing in insanity.
Investing in health instead of spilling to much wealth.

To earn a living as a litle enterprise can be very nice.
Working together in a close team can sometimes be a dream.
But when competivity gets to tough, workers often get enough.
Their lttle boses being obliged to attack their former friends
No longer they can pay the same amount of cents.

To earn a living in Statecapitalism can be a mockery.
Because to many overpaid bureaucrats at the top can take away your job
Even while you are at work with no usefull thing to do.
Or belonging to the part of the collegues with to much to do.
Your life is really no delight and badly needs a fight.

To earn a living in a half State owned company
Is not the key for a better destiny.
Every month more oppression is invented.
Priviliges divide the discontented.
The unions of classcollaboration do not give the answers.
Just as the rest of bourgeois politicians they see us as puppet dansers.
Prices for pubic services rice; proletarian masses atomise… is big money’s only advice.
Meanwhile all those who think they can stay..
put on a comedy show to please the bosses in any way.

To earn a living in a big private capitalistic machine, is the biggest hell
We ought to do away with as well.
So later on we can tell children : work at ease, work is meant to please
Don’t care about profit-making, the world is ours for the taking
Money is only something you can use to exchange
Handed over in more equal parts it can rearange.
This speculation-mad world considers humans as economical worth.
Put the system out of it’s misery, where it belongs, with the dirth.
It’s time to realise we pay a terrible price for this ‘his masters-disguise’
Pollution, stress, poverty, wars and famine are things to examine
And to do away with in time…if not, we’re also guilty of the biggest crime


February 6, 2010. Tags: , , . poems. Leave a comment.